Wednesday
“f**k,” Rhett was taken aback when Tyler walked in. “You look like shit.”
Tyler was pale and his eyes heavily shadowed. His hair was a mess, his jaw stubbled and he wore a pair of tracksuit pants and an oversized sweater that had obviously been slept in. He clutched a litre bottle of murky-looking water in his hand, half empty.
Tyler nodded, wearily. “Feel like shit.”
“Is the job worth it?” Heath wondered as he set the tray of pancakes onto the table.
Tyler shrugged. “This morning it doesn’t feel like it is,” he sat heavily and opened the bottle of water. “At a safe house, I’d be on an IV drip,” he said as he took a mouthful of the water, pulling a face as he swallowed. “Electrolytes in water is a poor substitute.”
“Can’t he just give you some vampire blood and heal you?”
